Just. Nothing but reason, I think, I do say.
Lust. Marry, you shall have a nightcap for making the reason.
Friend, have you not a piece of stock-fish to sell?
I would you had a dish of buttered peason.
By my faith, your communication likes me well,
But, I beseech you, tell me, is not your name Just?
Just. Yes, forsooth.
Lust. And my name, thou shalt understand, is Lust,
And according thereto I am lusty indeed;
But, I think, thou hast drunk of Morpheus seed.